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I got better. People liked my work. Or so they told me. I got better still.
I was still listening harder. Not more deeply.
I got my first criticism. I got my first rejection.
I grew afraid.
Don't we all grow afraid? I was afraid that it wasn't good enough.
I was afraid that that was all there was.
I was afraid to write.
I stepped away from the computer and tended my garden for awhile. It sang sweet songs, simple songs to me. I listened deeply. And the tears fell out of the pockets of my eyes. I felt the wind touch my cheek and then I sang. I sang back to the trees and the ground and to the buds in the morning dew.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013
Beautifully said. Your post is as poetic as your poetry. You captured the fear and uncertainty perfectly. Rejection is tough, but we just have to keep going. You've got the talent to touch people. Don't forget that.
ReplyDeleteThank you Victoria--I feel like something has to shift--I am hoping it does so soon!
DeleteWishing you the best with that! I could use a shift, too! :-)
DeleteTending the Earth, mending the Spirit! Tending the garden can bring such miraculous healing to our soul. Sometimes, growing afraid is a good thing. It gives us strength to overcome our fears and have a whole new world open up to us. Best of luck! :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Sannel--!
DeleteCriticism is hard to take and rejection even harder. I like how you've put into words how you're feeling. Vicki said it best "You've got the talent to touch people."
ReplyDeleteHi Susan! Thank you so much for your kind words--I am hoping to find something in this little pocket I am creating
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